waste||moba

four||contacts

joba woke up to the sound of the bedroom door opening. he stirred in his position, his eyes still closed until he rolled over onto something. he opened his eyes and gasped, rolling off of the shape. he had completely forgotten that he slept beside matt. as a matter of fact, he had completely forgotten the majority of the night after ian and ciaran left. he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and the moment he sat up a searing pain shot through his skull. "auuugh," he groaned, closing his eyes and laying back down. he squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to fall asleep again, but the pain in his head and gut prevented him from doing so.

"hmmph," matt rustled beside joba. "you up?" his voice was raspier than normal.

"unfortunately," joba replied.

"did i kiss you last night?" the smaller boy asked. their backs were still faced toward each other as they spoke. joba used the little brainpower he possessed to attempt to remember last night. he just remembered taking a huge swing of grey goose and matt downloading a truth or dare app. "i don't think so." joba replied finally.

"i feel like i remember pulling some dumb shit," matt mumbled. "if i did im really sorry. when i first came here i was already kinda tipsy."

"i don't remember jack shit," joba said. "don't worry about it."

the boys fell silent and romil returned to the dark room. "i have the worst hangover," he said quietly.

"you're tellin' me," matt sighed. he paused for a moment and joba heard him sit up. "do you have a trash can?" he said hurriedly. joba peeked from a single eye. romil threw him the trash can beside his bed and without hesitation, matt threw up directly into the bin. "fuuuuck," he groaned.

joba sat up and squinted his eyes. he looked at matt, who was wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. his hair was sticking up in each direction and bags hung under his droopy eyes. somehow, he still didn't look hideous despite his obviously hungover outward experience. "go shower." joba directed. "it'll make you feel better. im gonna hop in after you."

"huh?" matt said, raising his brows.

"take a shower."

"why...." matt moaned.

"you'll feel better..." joba whined mockingly.

"alright, mom." matt scoffed as he crawled out of bed and trudged down the hallway. jobs laid back down and closed his eyes once more. "i hate this," he said.

"i know," romil replied quietly, "im never fucking drinking again."

"me neither." joba yawned. "i want ihop."

"ihop?" romil repeated. joba nodded, his eyes still closed. "blueberry pancakes and a big ol' coffee..." he said slowly.

"uber eats?" romil asked. joba sat up and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. 1:46 pm. jesus, they slept late. he squinted as he clicked onto the uber eats app and placed an order for a large stack of blueberry pancakes, a coffee, and french toast. they decided to wait for matt to get out of the shower to ask him what he wanted. the pair discussed what they could recall from last night and when joba was speaking about how he couldn't remember anything except for being kissed on the neck by someone romil giggled from his bed.

"what?" joba asked, cocking a brow.

"go look at your neck in the mirror." his friend instructed. joba hobbled over to the mirror, stumbling over his unnecessarily long legs on his way there. he inspected his neck through squinted eyes. a small purple bruise sat at the base of his neck just above his left shoulder. "did matt do this?" he groaned.

"yeah." romil tittered. joba sighed and rubbed the hickey with his thumb almost like if he rubbed hard enough the bruise would fade.

"damn. i do feel one hell of a lot better." matt announced as he came into the room with just his boxers on and a towel draped over his shoulders. "what's wrong?" he said. joba's frustration must've been just that detectable. joba turned to face the dark-haired boy and pointed at the hickey on his neck, a scowl plastered on his face.

"oh, shit..." matt groaned, "i'm sorry, bro,"

"whatever." joba shrugged, shoving past matt to take a shower. "it'll fade," he said before turning around to instruct romil to order the food while he was showering.

he shut the door to the bathroom and examined himself in the larger mirror in there. his eyes were droopy and his hair, which usually sat neatly across his forehead was pushed back, exposing the acne that dotted his forehead. he scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brows and lifted his upper lip to expose his gummy mouth. 'i am one ugly motherfucker.' he thought to himself with a heavy sigh, joba pulled his boxers off and stepped into the shower. he leaned his head back as the lukewarm water cascaded over him.

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when joba got out of the shower, matt and romil were sat on the floor eating the food. "that was fast," joba commented, tossing his towel into romil's hamper.

"yeah, well you were in there for like an hour." romil said with a mouthful of french toast. joba shrugged and pulled his blueberry pancakes out of the plastic bag they came in. "where's my coffee?" he asked as he gathered a fork and knife.

"right here," matt said, handing him the cup. "i took a sip, i hope you don't mind."

"what's with you and drinking my coffee?" joba smiled. "i thought it wasn't sweet enough for you anyways."

matt shrugged and shoveled a huge bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth. the trio ate in silence. joba was the first to finish with a huge sigh and a loud burp. "orgasmic," he said, sipping his coffee.

"holy shit," matt muttered through a mouthful of food. joba shrugged and scrolled through his instagram feed. merlyn posted a picture of he and dom in merlyn's basement. the caption read, 'cooking up some new shit.' the blond looked up at romil, pointing a finger at him, "you need to come see merlyn and dom." he said.

"why couldn't they make it this weekend?" romil asked.

"they had been planning to record a demo of some song they're working on together." joba said.

"you're not helping?" romil cocked a brow.

"they didn't need me there. they're mixing shit, i've got some vocals." the lanky boy explained.

"aye," romil took the last bite of his french toast and set the styrofoam carton aside. "i'll come down next weekend. i miss them."

"they miss you." joba said. "they wanted to come today but i think they also wanted it to be just us."

"understandable. i'm for sure coming up next saturday." romil smiled. joba beamed in return and looked back at his phone.

"by the way," matt muttered to joba, "i put my number in your phone."

"oh," joba glanced up at him, "thanks."

"yea man," matt nodded. "you sing?"

"eh, yeah." joba shrugged.

"what do you mean 'eh'?" romil shouted, "your voice in angelic."

"it's okay." joba laughed.

"do you have anything on bandcamp or whatever?" matt asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"yeah. i'll send you the link later, i hate hearing my voice." the blond said.

"dope." matt cupped his cheek in his hand and closed his eyes. "i'm shot, i think i'm gonna head home. i need a nap."

"see ya," romil and joba said at the same time. matt hopped up and ruffled joba's damp hair and high-fived romil before grabbing his bag and saying a quiet goodbye before heading out of the house.

"final opinions...?" romil inquired.

"he's cool. i like him." joba nodded. "and i don't hate the fact that he gave me a hickey."

the smaller boy's eyebrows shot up, "joba...?" he gasped, "are you not straight?"

joba shrugged. "i dunno. i don't know why i brought that up." he took a swig of his coffee, "matt isn't unattractive. if he wanted to fuck i wouldn't say no, but i also can't see myself dating him."

"i see you," romil smirked.

"i'm done with this conversation." joba said. he picked up his phone again when it buzzed underneath his leg.

matt: btw i still think ur cute af lmaoooo